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"Were you surprised when you heard he killed himself?"

Hugh leaned against the car and looked at the ground.

"Yeah."

"He'd never seemed suicidal to you?"

"No. Greg was strong. I was really surprised when I heard that."

"In what ways was he strong?"

He thought about this. "I dunno. Just...he had a lot of ideas about the way things worked. He was like that kid on Family Ties. He was conservative and had all these Republican opinions. I really got tired of hearing it. That didn't seem very gay, but what do I know? Greg wanted to change the world, and he thought he could do it. That somebody who knows all that boring crap would just go ahead and kill themselves just didn't make sense to me."

"What were his gay relationships like? Were you aware of who he dated?"

"Not really. In high school he hung out with some other nerdy gays. A kid named Bootsy was kind of girly. I think 113

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they fooled around with each other, but Greg didn't have any big crushes or great loves that I ever saw. The only crush Greg had that I knew about was Ronald Reagan. Greg had a picture of Reagan on the wall in his room."

"What were your stepfather's politics? Or did he have any?"

"Dipped if I know. Anson hated all politicians. And everybody else, too."

"Was he violent with other people that you knew of? Or just you and Greg?"

A bitter look. "Why would Anson pound anybody else besides me and Greg? If it was a kid, he'd go to jail. If it was a grown-up, the dude might smack him back. No, he had it made, Anson did. I don't know who he must be knocking around now. I hate to think."

"Can I ask you about your assault conviction? What were the circumstances?"

He almost laughed. "You could figure it out."

"Maybe. What happened?"

"An asshole in a bar in Somerville. I was drunk. So was he.

Big sack of shit, he starts ragging this kid, some Harvard dweeb, and he grabs the kid's glasses off and smashes them with his foot. The stupid kid is drunk too, and he pushes this guy, and the asshole slams the kid in the face and breaks his nose. That's when I lost it. I jumped the guy and pounded his head on the bar, and he ends up with a concussion. The cops come in and charge both of us with assault, and then we both get probation. Now I'm a criminal. Unlike Anson Stiver. Not fair, my man, not fair."

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"Had you ever been violent before?"

He looked at me stonily. "Not really. Unless you count the day I left Schenectady."

"Anson?"

"I knocked out three of his front teeth. He never called the cops. The fucker knew better."

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Chapter Thirteen

My room at the Crowne Plaza had been ransacked. Since I had hardly any belongings with me in the room—a small bag, a change of clothes, toiletries—this tossing stuff around was plainly for show. They wanted me to understand that they always knew where I was and how pathetically vulnerable I was.

My laptop was on the desk where I'd left it. So was the police report on the Stiver suicide that had been faxed to me.

They—they being the Serbians?—hadn't taken the police report with them. Why? Because they already had a copy?

I powered up the laptop. It seemed fine. My password—

whyworry—seemed to be the only thing the Serbians didn't know about me. My files were intact and the Internet connection blazed to life when I commanded it to do so. Still, I figured I'd have the McCloskey campaign's security techies check the computer out. Along with my car and...what? Our coffeemaker? Timmy's electric toothbrush?

How did they know where I was staying? I thought that I had not been followed from Crow Street to the hotel, but perhaps these people were such professionals and there were so many of them that I was simply helpless against their vast competence.

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telling him that my room had been broken into. I was the only person with a coded key card that could open the door to room 612. Just the maid and I, and anybody else who could hack into the hotel's computer system and retrieve my room number and card code.

"Will you be staying with us another night, sir?" the clerk asked.

"Yes, I will," I lied, and thought about where I might actually spend the night where the Serbians would not be able to find me.

Back in the room, I ordered a Cobb salad from room service and called Timmy. He wasn't answering, so I left a message saying I was back in Albany from Massachusetts and would be in touch.

My Blackberry got excited, and it was a message from Bud Giannopolous. He said there was a Blessing at SUNY, a Millicent Blessing in the public information office. I called there and was told that Ms. Blessing would be leaving the office in a short while and perhaps I could have an appointment with her next week. I explained that I was with BBC America and we were on a tight schedule, and it would be so great if my crew and I could drop by that afternoon. I was put on hold briefly, then informed that an afternoon interview would be feasible.

I got Tom Dunphy on the phone.

"I'm waving at you. Can you see me?"

"No. The windows over there are tinted. You're still at the Crowne Plaza?"

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"One more night. Two at the most." I told him about the break-in at my hotel room. "These people are amazing, Tom.

They see me when I'm sleeping. They know when I'm awake.

They know when I've been bad or good. So, what's going on, for fuck's sake?"

I could hear another phone going off nearby, but Dunphy stayed with me. "This does sound very professional on Louderbush's part. Too professional. It's almost like it's the feds or something. I'm trying to puzzle this out. It is too, too peculiar."

"The feds don't try to rip people's ears off or slash their tires. If they want to intimidate somebody, they are generally subtler in the way they go about it. Anyway, why would federal agents care if Kenyon Louderbush is a total asshole, or why would they even know about any of this? No, this is somebody else with an interest in the primary campaign, probably Louderbush's people themselves. Who's your counterpart over at their campaign?"

"Leonard Sample. Len's young and crass and an anti-Obama true believer. I'd be surprised, though, if Len resorted to violence. He's a religious guy and pious as shit. His violent tendencies are all in his policy ideas."

"Oh? Maybe I'll keep an open mind about that."

"Of course, you should."

I told Dunphy I was going out to pick up my car with its four new tires—these would show up on my expense statement—and I'd like Clean-Tech to check out the vehicle for tracking or listening devices and also my laptop for any weirdness.

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